Laurent smiles the more Piero relaxes. It’s always better when their guests were comfortable. It makes the whole seduction so much more pleasant. It’s clear Elyas has been working his charm on this shy youth, for that Laurant’s grateful. He couldn’t ask for a more delightful gift than this, their first lover in their new home. Elyas chose so very well.
He listens more than he speaks as they make their way to the villa, enjoying the eager banter of his lover and Peiro’s demure replies. Ah, what a delight it will be to unwind him, to pick him apart until he’s so long in desire that all his hesitations burn away in the heat of it.
When they arrive at the villa, Laurent immediately instructs the servants to bring a variety of foods to the terrace for them. Meats, breads, cheeses, and fruits, along with wine to wash it all down. The lamps are already lit in anticipation of the masters returning home, so they don’t have to worry about sitting in utter darkness. That’s no issue for Laurent, but it would make eating harder for their mortal paramour.
They while away the time in pleasant conversation, Laurent asking Piero about this little seaside town and his life here. The vampire’s questions grow more and more intimate as the evening wears on the wine takes its effect. By that point, Laurent’s peeling grapes and feeding them alternately to Elyas and Piero. The first time he presses his lips to Piero’s to taste the fruit, the lad’s eyes go wide and his cheeks burn. But he smiles shyly and doesn’t object the next time when Lauren trails his tongue over those plush lips.
He watches in wonder as Laurent gives his beloved the same treatment. Each kiss grows deeper until the vampire's tongue sweeps into each man’s mouth, tasting the wet heat of them, mapping out the terrain both familiar and new. In time, the spread of food is forgotten in favor of kisses and exploratory touches. Laurent’s positioned Piero between them so he and Elyas can both taste and touch his skin, hands boldly delving under the young man’s clothes. And Laurent is always reaching out for his fox, too, stealing kisses over Piero’s shoulder, tugging insistently as his clothes.
“We are far too over-dressed to make love under the moonlight,” he laments with a sigh. “My love, will you help me unwrap our dear guest?”
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He listens more than he speaks as they make their way to the villa, enjoying the eager banter of his lover and Peiro’s demure replies. Ah, what a delight it will be to unwind him, to pick him apart until he’s so long in desire that all his hesitations burn away in the heat of it.
When they arrive at the villa, Laurent immediately instructs the servants to bring a variety of foods to the terrace for them. Meats, breads, cheeses, and fruits, along with wine to wash it all down. The lamps are already lit in anticipation of the masters returning home, so they don’t have to worry about sitting in utter darkness. That’s no issue for Laurent, but it would make eating harder for their mortal paramour.
They while away the time in pleasant conversation, Laurent asking Piero about this little seaside town and his life here. The vampire’s questions grow more and more intimate as the evening wears on the wine takes its effect. By that point, Laurent’s peeling grapes and feeding them alternately to Elyas and Piero. The first time he presses his lips to Piero’s to taste the fruit, the lad’s eyes go wide and his cheeks burn. But he smiles shyly and doesn’t object the next time when Lauren trails his tongue over those plush lips.
He watches in wonder as Laurent gives his beloved the same treatment. Each kiss grows deeper until the vampire's tongue sweeps into each man’s mouth, tasting the wet heat of them, mapping out the terrain both familiar and new. In time, the spread of food is forgotten in favor of kisses and exploratory touches. Laurent’s positioned Piero between them so he and Elyas can both taste and touch his skin, hands boldly delving under the young man’s clothes. And Laurent is always reaching out for his fox, too, stealing kisses over Piero’s shoulder, tugging insistently as his clothes.
“We are far too over-dressed to make love under the moonlight,” he laments with a sigh. “My love, will you help me unwrap our dear guest?”